Freeversepoetry Stories

For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

Round 2 Qualifier The Ambys 2025 | The Melody of Memory: Poems Between Art and Nature What happens when memory becomes the bridge between artistic creation and the natural world? The Melody of Memory: Poems Between Art and Nature is a complete 30-poem collection born from National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), where each piece responds to prompts weaving together art and nature themes. This is a journey through the connections between what we create and the natural world that moves us. The Collection The opening poem, "Undomesticated Forms," introduces "biomorph"-organic, life-suggesting shapes in abstract art. Drawing from the CoBrA movement's resistance to capitalist art production, these poems explore how memory guides us through spaces where art meets nature. From the Getty Museum's Florentine Codex to the rhythms of rain and wind, the poems traverse where human artistry meets natural wonder. They remember. They celebrate. They connect. Thirty poems exploring: - Fluid boundaries between artistic expression and natural phenomena - Memory as connective tissue linking creativity to organic inspiration - Rhythm and melody in both art forms and natural cycles. A voice that: - Weaves thoughtful curiosity with organic, sensory experience - Employs contemplative first-person narration with measured free verse - Discovers unexpected melodies in cultural artefacts and natural phenomena. From "Whispers to Chronos" to "Melodies of Melancholy," each poem traces the melody of memory connecting artistic creation to natural wonder. The Melody of Memory takes these daily prompts and turns them into something deeper - a month-long conversation about how art and nature speak to each other, and how both become part of the stories we carry with us. Prompts by: NaPoWriMo.net

A short free verse poem about the tragic death of Maedhros. The loss of his life brings an end to another Silmaril, one of three jewels that he, his father, and brothers swore to take back from the evil Dark Lord Morgoth. This was originally a found poem written for school, inspired by phrases from the short story "To Build A Fire" by Jack London. After it was marked, I altered the words a little to make it much more Tolkienesque :D

In poetic format. A young boy dealing with an eating disorder. Comments greatly appreciated! Any feedback you can give would be amazing!

#Wattys2019! *1st place winner Grace Awards for short story *1st place winner walkbyfaith awards for short story *1st place winner The eye catching awards for short story *2nd place winner Eyho awards for short story *2nd place Honour awards for short story #1 freestyle poetry 8/02/19 Synchronicity, symbolism and imagery woven into a poetic story of redemption and renewal.This free verse poetic story is based on a dream and a vision I had of my Grandmother, a woman of great faith, after her passing away from Alzheimers. What did she feel, what did she experience in those first moments she arrived in Heaven? This glimpse into the afterlife will have you hopeful and longing to see what is beyond those pearly gates. Our lives have really just begun as we crossover. But first her arrival...

they tell you tales of cinderella and sleeping beauty. you await for your prince charming for years and years, until you realize that there is not such a thing. there is love, sure. but not as passionate as is written. the love you crave is not the love you are gifted with. COMPLETE [started 2-27-17] [finished 11-27-17] [short story/free verse poetry]

l'esprit de l'escalier phrase, French - literally translating to "the spirit of the staircase", this is the feeling you get after leaving a conversation and realising what you should have said instead. L'esprit de L'escalier is an original poetry compilation based on true life events and experiences of the author, 18-year old Kat Claveria, as she navigates through the trials of teenhood, unrequited romance, depression, and growing up. The compilation features 8 original poems all done in less than 5 hours.

Story poetry ; or rather , poems that invoke stories to be told Poetry , not from the self , but taken from the heart of tales

Giving into love can be amazing and change you, but sometimes you need to change yourself too. A free verse poem on love.

W.I.P. Just random ramblings in the form of free verse poetry, or just writing, putting words to my thoughts Cover by me, edited with snapseed

A collection of English poems that are dedicated to someone you're interested in. A friend, lover, crush or your ex. These collections are written in the midday sun, or either during the midnight skies. Disclaimer: Grammar and Punctuation errors ahead.

You shouldn't hide, someone will find you someday anyway. ... A collection of poetry by StardustRainz.

Just a quick and chaotic freeverse poem, not sure if I'm stoked about the outcome but yeah... First post!

Poems and other pieces for an absolutely obsessive love.

Can there be peace in Oblivion? A collection of Free Verse poems from the vault.

Some poems I've written!

A short story about life in the birdcage. ***Feel free to tell me what you think! And enjoy!

I'm writing poetry again. It's been awhile but I feel like I need to get a lot out of me. Comment if you like.

Free verse poetry by heybaboo